I looked at the menu and thought I’d like a scoop of chocolate chip fudge in my waffle cone. Standing in line the woman in front of me had a pair of Mickey Mouse pajama pants and some faux-wool insulated crocs. She seemed to be a nurse, or maybe in nursing school, by the fact that she was talking to her friend about how clinicals were going and some sort of exam. Her friend, in a pair of sweat pants with a hole in the knee and possibly a ketchup stain on the lap, seemed to be in agreement with everything.
When they got to the counter they both ordered sweet and salty something or caramel sea salt something else, I’m not really sure. They moved to the side and I stepped to the cash register. The girl behind the register had a bright red visor that said “Ice Rock Creamery(TM)” in white letters, and a white t-shirt with the local college’s mascot scrawled across the front. The Bumble Bees. It too had a stain on it. I placed my order and she asked how I’d like to pay. I told her I did not want to pay and she looked at me as if I had pointed a gun at her and said give me all the money in the till.